Mythology

Chapter 307 The Three Immortal Maidens Want to Get Married

"I was the ancestor in the main world, but I can only be a grandson in the world of legends."

Yang He opened his pupil-like eyes between his brows and looked at the sky where the sun was gradually rising. The enhanced eyesight provided by the acquired pupil-like eyes was barely worth mentioning.

However, having spiritual vision is enough; that's hundreds of thousands of spiritual visions.

He couldn't care less about Dao Xing Tianzun; he only wanted to confirm the truth of the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation and whether its impact would be as great as the Ten Deadly Formations.

A layer of gray veil covered the sky, and resentment, as if it were a tangible force, gathered there.

"Has the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation already begun?"

A bitter smile appeared on Yang He's lips. Wasn't this obvious? Having already encountered a Daoist Celestial Venerable who had fallen into mortal form only meant that he was already inside the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation.

However, this formation is somewhat different; there are almost no traces of its arrangement.

It seemed to be a work of nature.

"Grandson! Grandson!! When...when shall we set off?"

Dao Xing Tianzun's impatient mutterings interrupted his thoughts. Yang He's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints. The old man with the idiocy was clearly acting strangely.

Yang He turned to look at Dao Xing Tian Zun, who was no longer wearing a Daoist robe.

Dao Xing Tianzun stood three zhang away, dressed as an ordinary poor man, but his right hand was rubbing the bleeding wound on his abdomen, and his hunched figure appeared distorted in the morning light.

"Wait a minute, shouldn't Dao Xing Tianzun have transformed into a mortal?!"

His scalp tingled; the original plot had become meaningless, and the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation in the world of classical allusions seemed to have reached another extreme.

Yang He looked at Dao Xing Tianzun, while the surrounding plants and trees withered.

Dao Xing Tian Zun has clearly degenerated into an indescribable evil spirit!

wrong!

To be precise, the evil spirit within Dao Xing Tian Zun's body was not fully born.

Yang He noticed that Dao Xing Tianzun's abdominal wound was bleeding continuously, and it seemed that it wouldn't be long before evil spirits emerged.

His expression froze, and then he turned and left without hesitation.

If it were Taiyi Zhenren, Yang He certainly wouldn't have stood by and watched someone die, but Daoxing Tianzun wasn't familiar with it. The Nine Turns Yellow River Formation was mainly aimed at the Twelve Golden Immortals, so there was no need to get involved in the killing.

Yang He's consistent style is to play it safe and follow the strategy of the Ten Deadly Formations.

"The Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation is beyond the control of a single soldier like me. Uncle-Master, pray for your own good fortune. Grandmaster will protect you."

He looked around and could vaguely see the mountain path leading to the northwest.

He was no longer trapped in a maze of ghosts. The Golden Court Taoist Temple that had bound Dao Xing Tian Zun had collapsed. The previous vicious cycle must have originated from either the Three Immortal Maidens of Sanxiao or the work of certain immortals of the Jie Sect.

Yang He hesitated slightly, wondering if he should go back to Qinglong Pass again?

Perhaps we can learn about the Intercepting Sect's plans from Zhang Guifang. To be honest, we don't even know the extent of the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation's influence yet.

"Grandson!!"

The hoarse voice sounded like a dull knife scraping against Yang He's eardrums.

Yang He hurriedly disappeared into the dense forest, while Dao Xing Tian Zun stood there dumbfounded, his spiritual vision suddenly starting to surge out of control.

Click.

Dao Xing Tianzun's spine folded in half, and the wound on his abdomen suddenly split open.

Dozens of bloodshot pupils opened one after another amidst the flesh and blood, and the evil spirit within was slowly reviving and emerging.

His sticky gaze was fixed on Yang He, his malice palpable.

Evil is being born!
"Uh"

Yang He's internal organs made rustling noises.

He saw countless long worms protruding and wriggling under the skin of his arms, and a wave of excruciating pain washed over his spine, while a foul, fishy stench rose in his throat.

"Grandson!!!"

Dao Xing Tianzun stepped forward, the crack in his abdomen opening and closing with the movement, revealing the interlocking, writhing, pale teeth inside.

Yang He endured the excruciating pain, his expression shifting between light and dark.

He discovered that only one of his three Yang Flames remained, but this was not due to the Daoist Celestial Venerable.

In fact, the character played by Yang He had already lost all hope of survival after dying dozens of times, and was able to live on entirely thanks to the Daoist Celestial Venerable.

He was like a maggot parasitizing the Taoist Celestial Venerable.

Once they are far from Dao Xing Tian Zun, they will die suddenly, and Dao Xing Tian Zun will also lose control and be replaced by evil spirits.

Yang He returned to the hillside and approached Dao Xing Tian Zun. The wound on his abdomen closed up, and he returned to his appearance as an ordinary old man.

He stared for a long time. "Grandpa, which town are you planning to go to?"

"In town."

Dao Xing Tianzun pointed to the northwest, muttering indistinctly, "Grandson, the master's eldest daughter is getting married. When should we set off?"

"What eldest daughter!"

Yang He understood that Dao Xing Tianzun was currently unconscious, and there was no possibility that he would regain consciousness, as his speech was affected by the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation.

"Grandson, look at this."

Dao Xing Tianzun took out a bright red invitation from his bosom.

Yang He looked bitter and quickly took the invitation. He opened it and was immediately hit by the smell of blood. He was all too familiar with the handwriting on it.

When the Corpse Dao Child was deeply integrated, his marriage certificate was almost identical to that of the Three Immortal Maidens.

[On the fifteenth of July, we will hold a wedding banquet for ** and my daughter Bixiao, and respectfully invite Daoist Tianzun from the Jade Void Palace of Kunlun Mountain to attend.]

The invitation was clearly from the Three Immortal Maidens of Sanxiao, and the groom's name was a jumbled mess of characters.

"July 15th? It should be the Ghost Festival in twelve days, right? They're having a ghost marriage on the Ghost Festival. The Three Immortal Maidens seem to be having a great time!!!"

Yang He secretly felt a headache coming on. This wedding banquet was definitely extremely dangerous, and it was most likely that the Three Immortal Maidens had deliberately prepared it for the Twelve Golden Immortals.

After all, Zhao Gongming died at the hands of the Twelve Golden Immortals.

Unless Yang He relinquishes his role, he must accompany Dao Xing Tian Zun on this journey. He wonders about the current situation of the other Golden Immortals.
"Since I can't avoid the historical allusions anyway, I might as well take this opportunity to make a fortune. Zhao Gongming's treasures disappeared after the Ten Deadly Formations were broken, and they are very likely to have fallen into the hands of the Three Immortal Maidens."

Yang He helped Dao Xing Tianzun up. The moment he touched the latter, a chilling yin energy surged out, which the Tong Gui devoured with great hunger.

His cultivation level instantly jumped from the Acquired Realm to the Innate Realm.

He was somewhat surprised and uncertain, but then realized that he was attached to Dao Xing Tian Zun.

It can be said that this character is part of Dao Xing Tian Zun, whose Yin energy can be completely absorbed without the need for a full cycle of Qi circulation.

"Grandson, so you're hungry. No need to be so polite with your grandfather."

Yang He couldn't help but let out a muffled groan as a large amount of yin energy entered his body.

The Yin energy was endless, and as long as the Pupil Ghost kept absorbing it, it would never stop. Moreover, he had no bottleneck before reaching the Return to the Void Realm.

Yang He could even try to break through to the Fusion Realm later.

Whether it's a shortcut or not, why not take advantage of it?!

"Grandpa, would you like me to carry you to town? The road is difficult."

Yang He's brows were full of eagerness, a far cry from his previous avoidance.

"No need, no need, it'll only take half a day to get to town."

Dao Xing Tianzun dusted himself off and followed the mountain path deeper into the forest.

Yang He discovered that as long as he stayed within half a meter, the Yin energy he could obtain was the most concentrated, and before long he had advanced to the Core Formation Realm.

For Dao Xing Tian Zun, the amount of Yin energy he expended was negligible.

The two of them were in tandem.

Dao Xing Tianzun spoke in a daze, repeatedly saying the three words "Nine Bends Town," but he did not respond when asked about matters related to the town.

Yang He changed into a cotton and linen outfit and tossed his armor into his storage bag.

"Grandson, hurry up."

From dawn to noon, Dao Xing Tian Zun never stopped, only occasionally consuming a little of Yang He's yang energy to stabilize the evil spirits within his body.

Yang He had plenty of pills, at least two or three hundred of which were designed to boost Yang fire.

Since I'm already a ghost, the drawbacks of the elixir can be ignored.

咩～
The grandfather and grandson turned a corner on the mountain road and heard the bleating of flocks of sheep.

Yang He felt a chill run down his spine. The frequency of his spiritual vision's surge was directly proportional to the walking distance, indicating that the town they were about to reach was definitely not simple.

An old woman was seen leading a dozen or so black sheep in the shadows of the forest.

"Hey hey hey."

Yang He felt a chill run down his spine. The old woman was staring straight at him, making strange noises, and her deeply lined face looked extremely unnatural.

Meow~~

The bleating of sheep rang out.

The old woman's cloudy eyes became empty, her gaze shifting from Yang He to the flock of sheep, her pupils growing increasingly deep and boundless.

Click click click.

The old woman opened her jaws two meters wide, and saliva dripped from her white teeth.

The sheep that had made the sound earlier was terrified and was immediately swallowed whole by the old woman. The sound of bones cracking could be heard from her constantly chewing jaws.

Yang He could tell that the old woman was not human, but the sheep was… human.

The sheep knelt down and begged for mercy. Beneath their hides were mountain dwellers, but they had lost their souls and were nothing more than walking corpses.

The old woman slowly herded the sheep to the next pasture, watching the grandfather and grandson leave.

Yang He was wary of the old woman, but then he noticed three children dressed in funeral clothes squatting on the bank of a pool not far away.

They used reeds to drink the stream water.

The pool was filled with countless eyeballs, and whenever a child leaned over, the eyeballs would emit a continuous stream of... frog croaks.

The smallest child grinned, and the corner of his mouth tore all the way to his ear.

They were silently welcoming the arrival of the grandfather and grandson.

Dao Xing Tianzun continued on his way, blood flowing from the wound in his abdomen. The child greedily glanced at Yang He before jumping into the pool.

Not long after passing the pool, another old farmer brushed past.

The old farmer had a kind smile, but he hung his head on his hoe, and wherever he went, the grass and trees bore fruits of all sizes shaped like human heads.

Yang He could sense that all the evil spirits wanted to devour him.

If it weren't for Dao Xing Tianzun's presence, given the strength of the guards, they would probably have been pulverized to pieces just as they crossed the hillside.

What he feared was that he couldn't see through the evil spirits' abilities.

Even if it's a ghost in the Netherworld (Return to the Void Realm), at least you can be sure of its strength. But when you encounter evil spirits, you can't detect their true strength just by relying on your spiritual vision.

"Damn it, what the hell is this Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation?!"

Dao Xing Tianzun stopped in his tracks. At the end of the mountain road, a gray town suddenly appeared. The yin energy was not heavy, but the resentment was... immense.

It is no exaggeration to say that even the resentment of Nuwa during the Great Shang Dynasty's Nuwa Festival was no more than this.

On the town's entrance archway, the three blood-red characters for "Nine Bends Town" are crooked and twisted, as if they were carved out with fingernails, and there is no one inside.

Yang He found this absurd; Jiuqu Town must be the key point of the formation.

"arrive."

"Grandson, we have a relative in town. Let's stay at his house for now."

"Who are your relatives?"

"Compassionate Voyage".

Yang He smiled helplessly and remained silent. How could he not recognize Cihang Daoren, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, who later defected to Buddhism and became Guanyin Bodhisattva?

(End of this chapter)